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It was a ritual of hers to take a shower three times a day. Once in the morning, then the afternoon, then the evening.

She stood under the shower, letting the water spray over her body. But it didn't matter how many times she did this. It didn't matter how many times she scrubbed herself.

She still felt dirty.

And why shouldn't she? That monster had taken her. He had made her his. His dark soul had begun to rub off on her own. She needed to become clean again.

But it didn't matter.

He always made her dirty again.